Yao Rou was lying on the bed, chatting with Shen Xiaolian while flipping through the magazine "Working World", a book sponsored by Nanhai Literature and Art Publishing House that specializes in providing spiritual food for migrant workers and protecting their rights and finding jobs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 In addition to some policy articles and some folk tales, the content of the info also provides opportunities for some literature lovers who work outside the home, including news, stories, essays, poetry and job postings. The market target is also migrant workers, and it is a comprehensive publication that migrant workers love the most.

Suddenly, Yao Rou's gaze lingered for a long time in the magazine's "New Sprouts and New Garden" column, her eyes showed a little surprise and a little joy, and she still muttered: "How is this possible? Could it be that this person has the same heart as me, how can it be exactly the same as the poem I filled in that evening? It is really strange that there is not a word bad." ”

Zhong Caixia was still on duty, only Shen Xiaolian was also reading the newspaper by her side, she heard Yao Rou talking, and it didn't seem like she was talking to her, she felt that she was talking to herself, so she turned her face and asked, "Xiaoyao, what are you talking about?" ”

"Xiao Shen, look here, how is it exactly the same as the word I filled in when I worked overtime until dawn that day? Hey, how can this pen name also have the word 'soft', is there really a person in this world who has the same heart as me, could it be that God sent me a twin sister, do you say that this is possible?" Yao Rou heard Shen Xiaolian ask her, and also turned her face to explain to her.

After speaking, Yao Rou guessed vigorously, maybe there is really such a sister, who was born by her father and later wife, but it is impossible, her father is a famous red-top businessman in the South China Sea, and he is a wealthy family.

If she really has her own half-sister, she must be well-educated, and it is possible to write poetry, but she will definitely not write some works in the low-level environment of migrant workers.

So who is this tender water?

Is it a relative on the mother's side?

This is also a bit far-fetched, my grandparents are biological mothers, and my relatives are all distant relatives, so it is impossible to have a cousin who shares my heart.

I really can't guess the mystery.

Could it be that a colleague in the factory secretly took his work for publication?

There is this possibility, but what makes Yao Rou puzzled is how to use the pen name of tenderness like water?

Shen Xiaolian crawled over from her bed, looked at the tofu block that Yao Rou was referring to, and saw the words of "Like a Dream Order, Rushing to Catch Up", the author really called it "Tender as Water", and then looked at the poem, Shen Xiaolian couldn't help blurting out: "The boss was in a hurry, he entered the door and yelled, a reminder order, the supervisor smiled bitterly, it was broken, it was broken, and it was going to be all night again." When he finished reading it, he burst out laughing, and tears came out of his eyes.

Shen Xiaolian took out a tissue to wipe her tears and said Yao Rou: "Xiaoyao, you can figure it out, in a few lines, the character of our boss, Zhang Mingxia's expression, and the mood of the employees are all written. ”

"I didn't send this post, but I did write a poem that was exactly the same as this one, and it wasn't bad at all, but I don't know where I lost it. Yao Rou put down the magazine and recalled the scene when she was writing words on the record card when she was working overtime that day, trying to remember where the paper had gone.

"Xiao Yao, couldn't it be that someone in our factory took it away and sent it to the magazine under the pseudonym of 'Tender as Water'?" Shen Xiaolian saw that Yao Rou was trying to recall the whereabouts of the note, so she guessed this situation for Yao Rou's recollection, "How could it be word-for-word?" And your original manuscript is not missing, it is very possible, you think about it carefully." ”

"No, I thought about it just now, but who cares about it? It's someone who pretends to be his own thing to publish, and he can't make a lot of money with these words, and I don't think anyone took my manuscript to submit it. Yao Rou picked up the magazine again and looked at the "Dream Order" in the "New Sprouts and New Garden" column again.

"Xiao Shen is right, I sent it under the pseudonym of 'tender like water', I didn't discuss it with you in advance, you won't blame me, right?" At this time, a voice came from the door of the dormitory.

Yao Rou and Shen Xiaolian turned their eyes to the door together, and saw that Zhang Mingxia came in with a notebook like a certificate and a piece of stationery.

"Director Zhang, I guess it's you, because only when you check the quality of the product, it's possible to see what Yao Rou wrote on the record card, but I'm not sure. Shen Xiaolian got up from the bed and stood on the ground.

Zhang Mingxia came to Yao Rou's bedside, first asked Shen Xiaolian to sit on the edge of the bed, and then sat side by side with Yao Rou on the edge of Yao Rou's bed, and handed the certificate to Yao Rou.

Yao Rou took a look, it was a letter of appointment sent by the magazine group of Nanhai Literature and Art Publishing House's "Working World", inviting Yao Rou to be the supernumerary author of the magazine, and also praised this poem with a postscript on letterhead, which is easy to understand from the font, anyone can understand, and concise, it is a rare good work, encouraging her to boldly explore in literature and write more popular literary works that migrant workers can understand.

"No, Director Zhang, you are really a caring person, I just scribbled a few words casually according to the various moods of the employees of the whole factory at that time, but you sent it to the magazine for me, but I didn't expect it to be published. Yao Rou put the letter of appointment next to the bed, grabbed Zhang Mingxia's hand, couldn't believe it was true, and kept thanking her.

"Thank you, don't say it with your mouth, take practical action. Zhang Mingxia said with a smile, her eyes full of love.

"Okay, please have supper, when will Sister Zhong get off work, when will she get off work, the four of us will go to the tooth sacrifice. Yao Rou held Zhang Mingxia with one hand and Shen Xiaolian with the other, with a happy smile on her face, this was the third time she forgot all the pain and was completely immersed in excitement.

"Okay, you have a treat today, I'll pay the bill, and as soon as Zhong Caixia comes back, we'll go to the small restaurant opposite to celebrate. Zhang Mingxia smiled heartily.

"How can that work? I have a treat, I must be the one who sells the bill, how can I let you sell the bill? Originally, I still want to thank you, and let you sell the bill, who do you think of me Yao Rou?" Yao Rou took Zhang Mingxia's arm and shook it vigorously a few times.

"Okay, okay, you sell, you sell, okay. Zhang Mingxia gently patted Yao Rou's head twice with her hand, pinched Yao Rou's nose again, and looked at Yao Rou warmly with the eyes of a sister who loves her sister.

Zhang Mingxia and Yao Rou had less contact, because of that poem, she intended to get acquainted with Yao Rou, and because the two fought Xiao Xiaochun together at the promotion banquet, the distance between them was much closer, and since then, the people who often walk together have changed from three to four.

Zhong Caixia came back, and when she saw that Zhang Mingxia was also here, she hurriedly greeted and quipped: "Lao Geng with the same name, you are also here, you are always looking for my sister these days, don't take away my Yao Rou, then I will be sad." After speaking, he was next to Zhang Mingxia, took one of Zhang Mingxia's hands, and put the other hand on Shen Xiaolian's shoulder.

"I'm jealous, I'll buy all the vinegar from the whole South China Sea, let you drink enough, and let your mouth be sour all the time, how about it?" Zhang Mingxia also laughed and joked.

"Everyone's here, let's go. Zhang Mingxia pulled Yao Rou to stand up.

"Where are you going, so late?" Zhong Caixia asked in confusion.

"Please, supper. Zhang Mingxia replied, "Yao Rou has a treat tonight, just wait for you, come back so late, and I will punish you with a glass of wine later." ”

"What kind of guests did you invite, did you pick up the money?" Zhong Caixia was still at a loss.

"Picking up money?" Zhang Mingxia laughed when she heard it.